Massage with a Difference

Massage with a difference. Part 2

Ken returns to fulfil his promises.

In this chapter, there are scenes that fit into the

transgender

category, but with an underlying theme of

(BDSM)

obedience and submission to discipline and punishment, so I have opted to keep this one in the relevant

BDSM

file. If you have no interest in these themes, this one is not for you. It is just fiction, after all, so if you find it doesn't appeal to you, there is no obligation to continue reading.

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When I got back home, I sat for a long time nursing a glass of beer, reliving what had transpired that afternoon. I was physically and emotionally drained, particularly as Layla had given me a superb massage, soothing first my aching back and then my aching balls. Her clever hands had kept me on the brink for ten minutes before finally allowing me to spurt what must have been the largest and most exhilarating ejaculation I had ever had.

What I hadn't expected was the way she scooped it all up off my stomach into her cupped hands and then poured it into my mouth.

"You WILL swallow this!" she told me, "Or I will ask your Mistress Tess to give you another twenty-four strokes of the cane, and these ones will be applied very hard, I assure you!"

Again, I detected a change in her voice. It rasped at me dominantly and I found myself obeying her, reluctantly but meekly, grimacing as I swallowed it all down. She made me lick her hands and suck the last of it off her fingers.

"Now you may thank me for making you cum." She said. Her eyes crinkled delightedly when I did so.

"And I want to hear you thanking me for feeding your cum to you. Did you enjoy sucking my fingers like a cock to get the final drops into your mouth. Ken? Slave Ken?"

I don't know why, but I did. I was still in a state of blissful release after my orgasm and my resistance was low. But even as I spoke, I realised that I actually meant what I was saying to her.

"Thank you, Layla. Mistress Layla? Thank you for making me eat my cum. It was humiliating, and I've never done that before but I quickly got used to the taste and it wasn't disgusting like I thought I would be. I enjoyed submitting to your command and yes, it felt like I was sucking your dick when you made me clean your fingers, but I didn't mind that. I wanted to do it because I wanted to please you."

It was a long speech and I watched her face as I made it. Triumph is the word that came to mind. Dominant triumph over the humbled slave and I was proud to be the one who gave her that pleasure. I was learning a lot that day and I now had a greater understanding of myself. That made me happy too. 'Submissive pain slut who enjoys anal penetration' was how Tess described me - and she was right - I had enjoyed her ministrations. All of them.

"How very interesting, Ken. You impress me with your honesty. You obeyed me because you wanted to please me, even if it meant doing something you though would revolt you?" Again, the rasping voice.

Mine sounds like that sometimes when I'm massively turned on!

"Yes, Mistress. May I call you Mistress too? I feel that you are. I know I just wanted to obey your commands, no matter what. Tess was right about me. I AM a submissive."

"Hahaha." She chuckled gently to herself. "Mistress. that is twice now you have called me that. I like it. Yes, you will call me that too from now on. Now you have two mistresses!"

"Thank you, Mistress. I promise to obey you both." I was beginning to enjoy this roleplay.

She looked at me speculatively. "So, if I told you I really do have a cock and I wanted you to suck the cream out of it, would you obey me then?"

That shocked me. Like most boys, I had played a little with my friends as we grew up, and yes, I had even had their cocks in my mouth, as they had mine, but that was years ago. My dreams were for girls now, not boys. The question was ridiculous, and hypothetical, but I decided to go along with the game we were playing out.

"I'm not gay, Mistress, and if you were a man, I wouldn't be having this conversation with you, but clearly you aren't. You are a very attractive, may I say beautiful lady, so yes, if you told me you have a cock and ordered me to suck it, I would obey you." I said it with a confident smile, sure in the knowledge that this was one I would not have to follow through on. She was joking. Surely?

"Brave words from an inexperienced boy!" she smiled at me encouragingly. "And if I told you Mistress Tess has a large penis and I commanded you to suck that, would you obey me? Would you let her cum in your mouth and swallow it all, like you just did with your own? Like you would with mine? Would you beg her to cane you again for being a cum slut? Perhaps you would beg her to slide her hard cock into your anus and fuck you with it."

I hesitated.

Wow!

It seemed like I was being led down a new path, one where I couldn't see where the next step would lead me. I tried to picture Mistress Tess naked -

oh my, she's lovely!

And then I remembered her words:

"I think you want to try something a little more interesting than my finger in your ass. Am I right, Ken? You want to feel your anus stretching as it takes a thicker object, gripping the cruel alien invader as it probes your secret depths gently but relentlessly. Gliding in and out of your defenceless hole while you are helpless to resist or protest. You may ask for this, Ken. Just say the words 'yes please, Mistress' and it can happen."

And I said yes! 'Yes, please, Mistress' to be exact. Oh god, I hope this is just a game! Play along!

And then I pictured her again, this time with a big cock!

It's bigger than mine! The rest of her is beautiful, but would I suck that? It can't be that bad, and anyway, it isn't possible, she's a she.

I looked her in the eye. "Yes, Mistress. I promised to obey you, so if Mistress Tess has a big cock and you ordered me to suck it, I would. And if she ejaculates in my mouth, I will willingly swallow it all. If you commanded me to take her cock in my ass, I would obey you, Mistress. And I would ask her to give me twelve very hard strokes of the cane as a reward for being her cum slut!"

My eyes went out of focus for a moment as the pictures formed in my mind. I could still taste my own cum in my mouth. I licked my lips, rolled the saliva in my mouth and swallowed.

A natural reaction,

I told myself,

nothing else.

The gesture wasn't missed by Layla though. Again, she chuckled.

"From your reaction, and your response, I'm beginning to wonder if you hope I am telling you the truth. Would you really follow through on your rash promises? Maybe we will find out on your next visit, Ken. But for now, your time is up, and I have another client waiting. Time for you to have another shower to clean up, get dressed and leave. Call and make an appointment if you want to experience more of what we can offer you here." She unlocked the cabinet with my clothes in it.

"Oh, and Ken," she said, eyeing my now limp manhood, "Make sure you shave off all your pubic hair before you come back here, even around your anus!" She handed me a large towel, smiled enigmatically and left the room.

A large towel?

I wrapped it around myself and followed Layla out of the room. As I emerged into the lounge, the girls there all burst out laughing, pointing at the ample covering I now wore and I smiled, bowed good naturedly and walked to the shower room, pleased that I could take the joke.

And now I was home. I stripped off and had another shower, pleased that I lived alone and had nobody to interfere with my thoughts.

Shave? That's a new one for me! Ah well, let's see what it looks like.

As I dried myself, I was able to see the marks from the caning reflected in the full-length mirror on the wall.

Unmistakable! I really was caned! I wonder how long those are going to last? Those last three are going to take a while to fade away.

After such a thorough draining, I was surprised to feel a twitch, and a filling and the familiar sensations of a new erection developing. I turned to face the mirror to admire my now bald pubis. I looked like a cherub!

I wonder if she's right. What am I truly hoping for?

Two weeks passed and the marks were almost gone. I had been very busy with work, even being called on to work late evenings and half the weekend, so I had little time or energy to think of much else. Another week passed and finally, I could detect no remaining bruises on my backside. One thing I was doing was keeping myself shaved - every few days as the stubble grew in, off it came again. I rather liked the new feel and look.

I had to make a decision. In the back of my mind, snippets of that afternoon came flashing by. There was no doubting my re-awakened excitement in exposing myself to a lady in command of me. Miss Campbell had given birth to that one. I wondered if she was still doing the same for other growing boys.

Maybe I should give her a call and ask to visit her sometime?

Also there was no denying my absolute desire to submit to a beautiful lady. Both Layla and Tess certainly qualified there, and I had noticed that the rest of the staff in the lounge that day were all lookers too. I really had thrilled at my cock being exposed to them, and then suffering a caning in front of them.

What to do? Should I call? Give them my name? Ask for Layla? Forget the whole thing? Put it down to experience? Then why am I still shaving my pubes?

I procrastinated for two more days, during which I forbore from masturbating.

If my balls are fuller, I'll know better what I want to do.

And then, those flashes came more frequently. Naked. Exposed. Secured in the pillory. The staff tittering at my shame and submission. Tess. Taking a caning. Tess's voice suddenly deepening when I asked her to cane me very hard.

What was that about? And Layla's when she heard I was prepared to obey her, even if it involved something awful. My god, are they ladyboys? I've seen a few of them on some websites. They looked very convincing, but their voices are different to girls. Oh, Christ! What if that's it? Maybe they do have cocks. Or maybe only one of them does. Which one would I hope it to be?

I sat back in my chair, panting. My heart was beating faster and that image came back. Naked Tess, beautiful if stern, great tits, tall and imposing, with a great long erection, wielding a cane...

and asking me if I wanted her to slide something more challenging into my ass! And I said yes! I remember my words - I said 'yes, please, mistress!' I actually begged her to do it.

My mind had been racing with all these memories; it took a moment to realise that I had to adjust my cock in my pants. It was straining to break out.

She was right. I'm a submissive pain slut who enjoys anal penetration. Now I know what I want to do!

Wednesday afternoon. I had masturbated the night before to ensure I really wanted what I was going to do and that I wasn't being driven by pent up pressures. I reached for the phone.

"Hello?" a familiar voice picked up. Now silent, waiting for the caller to speak.

"Oh, uh, hi. Hello. This is Ken. I came to see you a few weeks ago. Is that Layla?" my voice was squeaking with nerves.

What the fuck am I doing?

"Yes. Hello Ken. I remember you very well, and this is the person you asked for, but I think you have made a mistake." The voice began to rasp again.

"I'm sorry. A mistake?"

"You failed to address me correctly, Ken. Can you improve on that?"

"Oh, yes, of course. I apologise, Mistress. I should have asked for Mistress Layla."

"Yes, you should. Now, explain why you are calling, Ken. Slave Ken."

Oh god, she's at it again, dragging it out of me one tooth at a time. Clever bitch! Oops. That's my Mistress I'm thinking about.

"I am calling to find out if I can make an appointment to visit your establishment again. I was hoping you can see me on Saturday afternoon."

"Really, Ken? Is that what you really want?"

Yes, Mistress, it is. I've thought about it a lot, and I want to come back to, as you put it, 'experience more of what you can offer'."

"And what of your promises, Ken? You made some rather serious promises when you were last here. Do you still stand by them? You promised you would obey my commands, regardless of whether they challenge your sensibilities or not. Will you be my obedient slave, Ken, or was that just bravado on the day?"

Oh, lord. Here we go.

"Yes, Mistress Layla. I promise to follow through on everything I said last time. I want to submit to you completely and I promise to obey you, and Mistress Tess, without complaint, no matter what surprises you have for me, what you want to do to me, or make me do."

My forehead was pouring sweat and my heart was thumping in my chest, and my erection was throbbing painfully as I made my commitment to her.

Will she believe me, or think I'm a foolish timewaster?

"I'm glad to hear that Ken. And what about that thing I told you to take care of with your razor? Have you done what I wanted you to do?"

"Yes, Mistress. I shaved that very night and I've been keeping it that way since. I am totally bald down there, just like you commanded me to be."

"Excellent! I shall book you in for a 90-minute appointment on Saturday at 4.00 p.m. that is usually a quiet time for us and you may well be the only client. We have both male and female clients here, Ken. Most of them enjoy a degree of what you are requesting too."

"Four p.m. is perfect. Thank you, Mistress. I won't be late."

"Of course you won't, foolish boy. Your buttocks would quickly learn the consequences of being late! And on that point, how do you think we should respond to you failing to call me 'Mistress' when you started this call? Should we just forget about it, do you think?"

Bloody hell! It begins already!

"Errr. No, Mistress. I apologised, but I realise that is not good enough. I should be punished, Mistress."

"I agree. I sentence you to six hard strokes of the cane. These will be administered by Mistress Tess at the very start of your visit to us."

Damn, her voice just went down two octaves!

"Thank you, Mistress. I'll see you on Saturday."

So did mine!

Well! That's me committed! I should be committed! I must be mad. But my cock tells me it doesn't care if I am or not - I want this!

It was going to be a real test, but I knew that masturbation was out until my visit to my Mistresses. I would need all the drive I could muster if what I expected would even half come about and a full load would help me tolerate that.

My mind was only half on my work as the days passed and I knew that I should spend less time conjuring up images but that too wasn't easy. Come Saturday morning, I treated myself to a long lie followed by a reasonably large breakfast. I knew that would keep me from being hungry and distracted in the afternoon, but also not full. I wanted the blood elsewhere, not working on digestion!

As I drank my coffee, I noticed my fingers were shaking. I was nervous.

What the fuck am I doing? Maybe I should just have a wank and cancel the appointment? No! Coward! Do it. You know you want it.

I went for a run to help myself calm down and get the blood flowing properly. Showered and dressed in loose clothing, I made my way to my self-imposed fate. I timed the walk perfectly. Two minutes to four o'clock. I rang the bell as the sign read 'closed'. I waited less than a minute and the door was opened by one of the staff who I remembered from my last visit. She ushered me in, locking the door behind me.

"Welcome back, Ken. We have all been looking forward to your visit. Layla told us you were coming."

That sounds ominous. And they are closed? Am I the only customer again? I rather hope so.

I was told to sit and wait like last time, and I complied, nervously looking around the reception area. The door to the lounge opened and Mistress Layla stood framed in the doorway. She looked magnificent. No white coat this time. She was clad in leather. Black leather. Thigh boots, mini skirt and studded bolero jacket with matching bra. A choker completed the image of dominance.

I fell to my knees and looked up at her in wonder.

"Good afternoon, Mistress. You look wonderful. It is very nice to see you again."

She eyed me, grovelling on the floor before her, twitched a smile, or was it a smirk, snapped her fingers and bade me follow her. I wasn't sure whether she meant me to stand and walk after her or to crawl on the floor. I opted for the latter to set an early example of my subservience to her.

There were more girls than last time, and the seats had been re-arranged. Now they were against the walls between the doors, all facing inwards. As I crawled into the room, the far end was dimly lit, but my focus quickly fell on the contraption I had been restrained in last time. Now it was in the centre of the room, with lighting shining on it from all angles.

Oh, my, god! That's for me and I am going to be watched by everyone here!

A quick squint around the room and I counted ten easy chairs, each occupied. Only Layla was on her feet, and me on my knees. At the far end, now that I was closer, I saw another contraption, identical to the one in the centre. It was up against the far wall, pointing away, and as my eyes adjusted, I was aghast to see a figure secured into it. Naked, feet spread wide in the stocks, bent at the waist with head and wrists secured into the pillory. From the shape of the bottom pointing my way, I guessed this was a woman, and this was confirmed when I saw long auburn hair hanging down to one side of her head. Now that I concentrated, I could also see he nether lips, swollen with arousal.

Dear god. There's two of us! Thank heavens it's a female. I would have been humiliated if it was another man. Haha. That's what I'm here for though, humiliation!

There was a low table next to the central pillory upon which was a collection of items. I had no time to look closely though as Mistress Tess stood up from a seat and approached me.

"Stand up, slave Ken." She said. I rose to my feet, noticing that she was dressed in a very similar fashion to Layla. Her breasts were larger though and strained to be contained in the leather bra.

"Remove your garments, immediately." She fixed me with a dominant stare.

"Yes Mistress." I quickly shed my clothes and folding them neatly, placed the on the floor beside me. I had received no other instruction, so I guessed that was the right place for them. One of the girls rose from her chair, picked them up and took them away into reception. Naked, I adopted the position I had learned before, feet apart and hands behind head.

"Good. This is the Punishment Position, and you will adopt it whenever you have idle time. Approach the pillory!"

I took a few steps forward.

"Slave Ken is here to obey any and every command he receives. He has assured us that he will do so willingly and without complaint." Tess announced to the assembled witnesses.

"On his last visit, he confessed to Layla that he had been caned at school. He told her he missed that. He confessed that he enjoyed exposing himself to the headmistress and submitting to her cane. Here, he asked to be caned hard and when he, we believe deliberately, miscounted his strokes, he said that he wished to be caned even harder as a punishment. He also begged to be penetrated anally and informed us that he was not satisfied with a two-finger invasion, requesting that he be provided with a more challenging penetration." She took a breath, pausing for all that to sink in and then continued.